Their eyes met. Her breasts pressed against his chest. His thigh pushed between hers and his lips were everywhere.
They bounced and shook.
Her husband drove his Plymouth down the dirt road. At every jolt he heard the thump of his wife’s and best friend’s dismembered bodies in the boot.
Bill West
Damn. Don’t mess with this guy’s wife.
Frightening.
Thanks offbeatjim.
Glad you liked it.
Great story, Bill. I love the way you sewd introduction and denoument with cohesive threads of significances. And such a great title you came up with!
Cheers,
BBG
Nice – liked how it didn’t go where I thought it was heading.
Very cool. Loved how you controlled me.
Thanks BBG and Doug for your kind words.
Bill
Powerful stuff, Bill! Good to see you here–and the two of us back-to-back! Stop by the Factory and play the Sunday Five-to-Fifty (or fifty-five) when you get a chance. Keep up the good work, bro!
This is a classic flash. One that will stay in the mind, short, deadly and brilliant!
Maggie
Scary in so few words.
Thanks Mike :¬)
Hi Richard
Likewise! Thanks and see you in the Factory soon.
Hi Maggie
Thanks for that. Much appreciated.